Vanity Vanity by Christa Wells

Feed Your Soul by Christa Wells

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Vanity Vanity
by Christa Wells

Album: Feed Your Soul

When they passed me over
like a penny on the sidewalk
I wanted to roll into the gutter
I wanted to listen in case they talked
Oh, little darlin' you've got a problem
better treat it before it's too late

Vanity, vanity, how'd you get your hands on me
Goin' to the doctor who knows my sin, and he'll
show me what I've got and he'll take me to the river to get clean

She deals in glory
She's a peddler of pursuit
"have it all before you're 40
You deserve it, what have you got to lose?"
She sells you a movie that makes you the star
While she makes a slave of your soul

Vanity, vanity, how'd you get your hands on me
Goin' to the doctor who knows my sin, and he'll
show me what I've got and he'll take me to the river to get clean

He'll get me ready, oh, get me ready
Get me ready, oh, get me ready
Get me ready to meet my Lord
I need a good physician
With the heart to hold me down
Scrub the soil from under my skin
And the folly from my mouth
'Cause I've gone to waste, I have lived for the chase
And I've found nothing but chaff in the wind

Vanity, vanity, how'd you get your hands on me
Goin' to the doctor who knows my sin, and he'll
show me what I've got and he'll take me to the river to get clean

He'll get me ready, oh, get me ready
Get me ready, oh, get me ready
Get me ready to meet my Lord
He'll get me ready, oh, he'll get me ready…